Fri. June 17th
RABBITS AND BERRIES
Bonjour Grann,
It's not the ocean, it's a lake! It's not chill, like coastal breezes; but hot like Mojave! But it's better than staying home, and camping at Hidden Harbor, five feet from our backdoor. That's like sleeping on a city bench; a gawkers paradise.
Papa likes to camp off the beaten path. I think Papa and Bobby are arrogant about off the grid camping, and sleeping among the bobcats and mule deer, Papa would say, "Don't need the business of neighbors, now do we?" and Bobby would say, "Are we warriors or mice?!"
Papa and Bobby went rabbit hunting, and left me behind, again. Grann, I don't think I'll ever go hunting with Papa and Bobby, but you can be sure as the sun always rises that I'm the one that cleaned all the rabbits with Ma mere's help, the three Papa caught and to rub salt in my wound, we had to clean Bobby's rabbit. If you ask me Bobby is a bourrique!
